"This may be difficult."
"Jiang Ming was extremely ruthless. That thing has already been sliced to pieces."
"Ordinary healing-type Soul Masters can't regrow flesh from bare bone."
Nuoke said with a troubled expression.
"Didn't Grandmaster say he had a Soul Saint-level brother at Shrek Academy in Suotuo City?"
"Since he's a Soul Saint, he must know quite a few Soul Masters. Perhaps there's a high-level healing-type Soul Master among them."
Xiao Wu spoke without hesitation.
"At this point, this is our only option."
Tang San cupped his hands toward Nuoke and said solemnly, "Headmaster, thank you for your guidance over the years. Tang San hereby applies for graduation!"
"Approved!"
"You will always be the finest students of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy!"
Nuoke reached out and patted Tang San and Xiao Wu on the shoulders.
Five days later.
Suotuo City.
Shrek Academy.
Flender stood outside the door of a shabby infirmary, the anxiety between his brows nearly tangible.
The rest of Shrek Academy's people were there as well.
Dai Mubai leaned against the wall, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, his face carrying a trace of indifferent detachment.
He had no feelings for this Grandmaster he had never met. He was only standing there out of consideration for the headmaster.
Oscar had his hands in his pockets, occasionally rising onto his toes to peer through the crack in the infirmary door.
Ma Hongjun squatted on the steps with a stalk of grass between his lips, chewing it in boredom.
Tang San and Xiao Wu stood side by side closest to the door.
Tang San's gaze never left the tightly shut wooden door.
His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles white.
The scene from that rainy night five days ago had already been carved into his bones.
The silver